Wack.
The pain explodes on my ass, and it’s the jumpstart my brain needs to drown out the Narrator Lady.
A second whack gets me locked in and living in the moment. The third one brings the pain and pleasure. I forgot how much I enjoy it. My pussy clenches, and the craving starts again. I almost miss the sound of his zipper and the ripping of paper over my own moans. I feel one hand rest on my burning cheek, and watch as his other carelessly tosses the condom wrapper on the counter.
“Are you going to take it?” he says as his cock thrusts deep inside. I cry out between the sudden intrusion, the pinprick pain of another slap on my ass, and the pleasure of being whole.
“Yes!”
He pumps deep and hard inside me. One hand snakes around and circles my clit while his other brushes up my spine. He whispers how good I feel. “So warm and wet.” Each motion, each thrust brings me closer to the inevitable conclusion, but I want to prolong this.
When his fingers work up through my scalp and he pulls on my hair, I know I’m his. Any sort of control I thought I had over the situation melts away as the pressure builds again.
“I’m so close.”
“Are you going to come on my cock?” he says dark and wicked as his fingers continue to circle my clit.
I can’t think, only feel. “Yes,” I confess as the tension builds with the constant tug on my skull. I cry out as my hips buck and my pussy tightens around him. He moans as I whimper, coming down from my high.
He withdraws his cock and rolls me over onto my back. His mouth attaches to my pussy again as his fingers find a new path.
“Oh god!” I gasp as he hits the spot none of my other boyfriends have been able to hit. He works it with his finger as his mouth works on my clit. I’m not going to survive. It’s all too much. Too much pleasure, too much undivided attention, and the Narrator Lady won’t let me think about anything else other than the mounting pressure building. I can’t. It’s growing to a crest I’ve never been to before. And when I can’t take it anymore, a new flood of pleasure consumes my body. I’m so wet. God, what will he think? So desperate and needy.
He lifts his head from between my legs. “Such a good girl.”
I could die right here.
He lifts my legs onto his shoulders and pulls my ass off the edge of the counter. Again, no warning as he enters. Of course not. I’ve had mine, this is all for him. My swollen breasts rock with every motion. I grip the edges of the counter until my knuckles are white.
He moans as spasms take over his body. He places his hands on the counter around me and presses his forehead to mine. He pants and catches his breath before kissing me lightly.
Now that the heat of the moment is over, the chill of the air starts to blanket my body. I shiver and he leans back, helping me onto my wobbly feet. He walks me to his bedroom. Kingston is curled in the center of his bed.
He looks up from his puppy circle. “Get off,” Joey yells.
“We already did.”
He gives me a side-eye and pushes the dog off the bed. Kingston gives a low grumble, lifts his tiny body up, walks to the end of the bed, circles twice, and sits with his head on his tail.
Joey rubs his temple. “See what you’ve done. Bringing in this dog and your fucking incredible body, and somehow you have an even better personality, and you’re everything I fucking want in a partner, and poof, suddenly I have no control over anything.” He points to the dog. “I don’t even get my own damn bed anymore.”
I gesture over my shoulder. “I could go.”
“Like fucking hell.” He pulls the corner of the bedspread off and smacks my ass. “Get in there,” he orders and crawls in after me. “I haven’t decided how many more times I’m going to fuck you tonight.”
In case you were wondering, it’s two more times.
Chapter Fourteen
Joey
My phone buzzed me awake entirely too early this morning. Normally, I would jump out of bed and be in the shower in under two minutes. But today, the idea of leaving the bed felt like a monumental effort that would gain me very little reward. I was warm and comfortable with Jenny on one side of me and Kingston on the other. I haven’t slept like that in… weeks? Months? Years? Ever?
Yeah, all the events of last night need to happen again. And maybe a few more times in a row.
Don’t think too hard about it.
No, I need to focus on the text message Alana sent this morning. The one that woke me.
